Walking in the door of his office, we both recognized each other, even though he was wearing more clothing than I had usually seen him wearing. Shaking hands we both laughed that we could finally put a name to each others face. Ow yeah, I was there for just a run of the mill annual skin cancer check and The Doctor is a dermatologist I had been referred to, but had no idea who he was before walking in to his room.

The Doctor is in his thirties, fit, Asian guy who hangs out at his pool in speedos all the time. From my patio I can see the pool in his building and I perv at him all the time. OK, I will be honest, I have jerked off MANY times watching him and thinking about him. All year round, The Doctor hangs out at his pool, primarily on weekends, and he only wears speedos. While I haven’t documented it, he has an extensive speedo collection because he rarely wears the same speedo two days in a row.

Over the past twelve months we have passed each other on the street and shared pleasantries but never more than a casual g’day.

Now I was about to strip down to my speedo for my skin cancer check up. I knew there was no way to keep my pending erection under control.

He got down to business and we chatted about medical stuff for five minutes or so. All the while my cock was stirring. Usually at these kind of appointments I have to strip down to my underwear, which for me is always speedos. Doctors in the past have never said anything, I figured I’d just say I was on my way to the pool or beach if they asked. My tan lines give away that I wear speedos anyway. Despite all the small talk, all I was thinking about was that I would be stripping down to my new ADDICTED blue and maroon speedos that I have been sharing a bunch of selfies and dick pics of lately.

The Doctor began the examination on my head/face. I remained sitting and he wore some weird glasses. His hands were touching me and he was definitely up in my business, so much so, I could feel his breath. Face done, The Doctor told me to remove my shirt and stand up. He was all business, using a gel on different freckles/moles and then he would press this magnifying thing on it and look closely. Again, he was very close to me and there was no way he hadn’t seen the bulge in my shorts.

Top half done, The Doctor stepped back a little bit and asked me to remove my shoes, and shorts. “Just down to your speedo Dave.” He must have picked that up from the drawstring that was just visible on my belt line.

By now, my cock was fully erect. Up and to the right, which is how I pack in my fully erect cock inside the lycra of a speedo.

I kicked my shoes off, undid my belt, took a deep breath and slid my shorts off. I kicked my shoes and shorts to the side and stood up in all my speedo glory, The Doctor was looking at my crotch and my hands instinctively covered my bulge. I mumbled some kind of apology and The Doctor said it was completely normal, he said he has the same reaction when he wears a speedo in public. I’m not sure what took over me, but I said “I might have noticed that.” The Doctor laughed but got on his knees and started examining the freckles/moles on my legs. Same procedure as before, lots of touching, the gel and then his nose nearly touching me as he looked through the magnifying glass thingy. At least three times, he brushed the front of my speedo, and each time I flinched a little bit. The Doctor didn’t apologize or even acknowledge the touch.